It's the sound of my breathing that gets me, pouring down into my lungs and then tripping back up my throat.

“Death's Diary: 1942 -It was a year for the ages, like 79, like 1346, to just na…”

“They'd been standing like that for thirty seconds of forever.”

“No one's urine smells as good as your own.”

“You don't always get what you wish for. Especially in Nazi Germany”